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Tuesday, October 22, 2013

(Still trying to get part three up on or before Halloween. Let me know what you think!)

For the next week, Jenny stayed out of the upstairs. She
didn’t talk to David about it, she tried not to let on that anything was wrong,
but she knew she was being moody and withdrawn. She hadn’t heard any more voices,
but sometimes at night she heard strange noises, and on one occasion she was
sure she heard far-off laughter.

It was eating
away at her. She was constantly on edge, jumping at shadows. She even found
herself snapping at David, then getting angry at herself for taking it out on
him. It had become an obsession… she knew she had to confront the situation.

That morning,
Jenny waited until David left for work. She finished her coffee, steeling her
courage. We’ll see how all this looks in the light of day, she told herself,
not quite as confidently as she would have liked.

She crept slowly
up the stairs, her ears wide open, hyper-aware of each and every little sound. She
cautiously twisted the knob and pushed the library door open.

It was empty, of
course. Jenny smiled, relieved, feeling stupid again, although she hoped it
would be for the last time. She flopped down in the chair, her tension suddenly
vanished, and started to laugh.

“What’s so
funny?”

Jenny jumped up
with a scream, nearly tripping and falling on her face. Molly was standing
behind the chair, smiling brightly in a frilly blue and white party dress. A
pair of white tights covered her legs, ruffled across the seat of her bulging
diapers. A pair of shiny patent leather Mary-Jane shoes topped off the outfit,
making her look gloriously infantile.

Jenny opened her
mouth, but she couldn’t say anything. “Come on,” Molly said, skipping over to
the bookshelf, her diaper crinkling under her dress the entire way. She slipped
her hand beneath the shelf and clicked the mechanism again. “How’d it go the
other night?” she asked suggestively, pulling the bookcase open.

“W-w-what do you
mean?”

“With your
husband! I know he took you in the bathroom and put you in the shower!” She
went inside… Jenny didn’t want to follow, but she did, trailing Molly down the
hall toward the nursery. “Did he peel your soggy bottoms off? And get you all
soapy in the shower? And then back to bed for a little…”

“No!” Jenny said,
suddenly embarrassed. “I just—we just went back to bed!” In the spare room, as
a matter of fact; Jenny had sobbed herself to sleep while David tried,
unsuccessfully, to console her.

“Oh. Too bad…”
Molly opened the door and went into the nursery. Jenny followed behind her,
nervously. She wanted to turn back, but it was too late… she was compelled
foreword by a force beyond her will.

“What are we
doing, Molly?” Jenny asked, failing to quell the tremble in her voice.

“I just wanted to
show you something,” Molly said casually, playing with one long pig-tail. “Do
you want to play? I’ve got lots of toys!”

She ran over to
the massive toy box in the corner and flung it open, tossing every variety of
stuffed animal imaginable over her shoulder and to the nursery floor. “C’mon!”
she beamed to Jenny, sinking to her knees and taking a stuffed bunny roughly
into her hands, “play with me!”

Jenny slowly came
over. She had so many questions, but she was stunned into speechless by the
strangeness of the situation. She joined Molly on the floor and took a stuffed
turtle from the floor. She joined into Molly’s game, halfheartedly at first,
then more enthusiastically. Soon they were smiling and giggling like little
girls.

Jenny was beginning
to get into playing… it was actually very relaxing. She was pushing the turtle
across the floor toward a stuffed lion when she heard Molly fart loudly, a
bubbling rumble barely muffled by her diaper. “Molly!” she uttered, shocked.
She tried to suppress a smile, disappointed in herself for being amused.
“Excuse yourself!”

Instead, Molly
lifted up one thickly diapered butt-cheek and passed gas again. “Ah! ‘Scuse
me…” she said dreamily. Jenny realized she was straining.

“Molly…” she
said, not sure how to end the sentence.

In response,
Molly turned her back to Jenny and went into a squat. Jenny knew what was about
to happen, but she found herself frozen to the spot, compelled to watch by some
horrible, train-wreck fascination. Molly hiked her dress up over the waistband
of the diaper, giving Jenny a good view of her padded, ruffled rump. “What are
you doing?” Jenny asked.

There was a
grunt, and Molly farted, loud and wet in the quiet of the nursery. Jenny’s
mouth dropped; she watched as Molly continued to grunt, her diapers slowly
ballooning out behind her. “Oh Molly,” she whispered, her eyes glued to the expanding
seat of Molly’s diapers. She knew she should be disgusted, but all she really
felt was a kind of morbid fascination. Molly grunted—an explosive, splattering
sound emerged from the seat of her diapers, which sagged and began to darken
under a sustained, poopy avalanche. Molly was murmuring her herself excitedly
and Jenny thought she detected her rubbing herself through her diaper. Then she
realized that her own hand was down the front of her jeans. “I wonder what it
would feel like?” she mused, playing with her clit. She imagined the heavy,
mucky warmness filling her jeans, and was stunned by how aroused it made her
feel.

At last Molly was
finished… she sank to her hands and knees with a sigh. Her thickly-diapered
butt was stuck up in the air behind her, and even through the ruffled,
semi-translucent seat of the tights Jenny could clearly make out the gigantic,
lumpy mess and the corresponding dark stain. A strong hissing noise emerged,
and Jenny realized that Molly was wetting herself.
With one hand down the front of her jeans, Jenny reached out with the other to
lightly touch the tent in the seat of Molly’s pampers, running her hand lightly
across the seat of her tights, gently probing the lumps and bulges with her
fingers. She crinkled her nose and she pressed her palm up against the warm,
lumpy mass, pressing it ever so slightly into Molly’s soft skin. “Molly… what
did you do?” she whispered hoarsely.

“Did a poopy in
my pants,” she said lazily, wriggling her bulging backside in the air behind
her. Reaching between her legs, she began massaging her clit more openly
through the bulging crotch of her diapers and plastic pants.

“I can see that
you bad girl!” Jenny scolded half jokingly. Still playing with herself, she
used her free hand to lightly smack the seat of Molly’s diapers a few times,
squishing the mess within. Molly groaned and wiggled her pampered tush
appreciatively.

A poopy aroma had
begun to emerge, light but noticeable. Jenny pinched her nose close. “Eww!
Molly, you stink,” she said simply, still playing with herself.

Molly rose to her
knees, then lowered herself gingerly to a sitting position on the floor, the
load squishing underneath her. “Mmmm… Molly’s got a mud-pie in her pants,” she
murmured to herself, squirming her rump around in the muddy mess in her diaper.

“Molly!” the same
booming male voice from the other day came from somewhere down the hall.

“It’s daddy,”
Molly said sleepily, squishing and shifting her bottom around in her messy
diaper, “hide!”

Jenny bolted, hiding
behind the crib before Charles entered, chewing her lip as he came in and
loomed over Molly who was, for her part, bouncing up and down on her butt in
her messy diaper. “Young lady,” he intoned seriously “is there anything you
want to tell me?”

“No daddy,” she
said as innocently as she could while masturbating in a dirty diaper.

“Come on; stand
up,” he said, taking her by the arm and guiding her reluctantly to her feet. She
stood before him, red faced and out of breath, shifting from foot to foot under
his gaze. Jenny watched and diddled herself, staring at the saggy, stained seat
of Molly’s pampers.

He turned her
around—Molly stared at Jenny with a peculiar smile on her lips. Daddy reached
out and tugged the waistband of her tights and diaper back so he could check
inside. “Yikes! Just as I thought! Get that messy tushy up on the changing
table, you naughty little girl!” he faux scolded, lifting her up to the table’s
padded surface and setting her down on her rump with a squish. Molly smiled
excitedly, her eyes twinkling—she squirmed her bottom around in the mushy mess
once more.

“Lie back, let’s
get you changed,” Charles commanded softly, helping her onto her back. He
tugged down her tights and set them aside. Jenny jumped at the sound of the
tapes being torn open. She watched him peal down the front panel, revealing one
heavily loaded diaper. “Phew!” Daddy said, fanning his face playfully. “What a
big, smelly mess! Why couldn’t you just use the potty?”

“I couldn’t make
it, daddy! Sowwy…” she said cutely.

Jenny watched
with increasing arousal as Charles took the diaper and used it to wipe some of
the mess of Molly’s bottom before discarding it in the diaper-pail. “Hold still
you bad girl,” he scolded gently, using a wipe to clean the rest of the mess
off Molly’s squirming little hiney. Jenny saw the plump, rounded tushy slowly
reappear from beneath the mucky brown smear. Soon her derrière was clean and
shiny.

He dusted her
with powder and gave her a pat-down that left her murmuring. Jenny masturbated
furiously as he lifted her by her ankles again to slide a new diaper under her
butt. He pulled it up and fastened it tightly around her waist. A pair of
plastic pants were pulled up over her legs and adjusted snugly at the legs and
waist. “Let’s go, you little stinker,” he said, taking her into his arms and
carrying her toward the door on his hip, “It’s time for lunch, and then I think
you could use a nap.”

Molly just nodded
and sighed and settled into his arms, naked but for her big diaper. She peered
over Daddy’s shoulder and shared a conspiratorial smile with Jenny.

Jenny’s orgasm
nearly melted her into a puddle on the nursery floor.

She opened her
eyes.

Where was she?
The library, she realized… back in the library. The bookcase, if it ever had
been open was shut tightly once again. Had it all been some kinky daydream? How…
or why… would she ever fantasize such a thing?

The bookcase. The
door. It was the only way she could prove whether or not she was losing her
mind. Jenny took half a step toward the bookcase—and then instantly froze in
her place. Something was very wrong. There was a sticky mushiness in the seat
of the pants, all greasy and gooey between her buns, like she’d sat in
something…

“No,” she said,
firmly to herself, dispelling her first thought even as it came to her. But she
remembered her first encounter with Molly… how it had ended with both of them
in wet undergarments…

Slowly,
reluctantly, she reached behind herself to feel the seat of her jeans…

“No!” she cried,
squeezing and prodding the bulge in the seat of her pants with disbelief. Her
load felt at least as big as Molly’s had looked, and perhaps a little bigger.
She stammered in disbelief, even as the smell began to emerge, stronger with
every second. She’d shit her pants! For the first time in her adult life, Jenny
had messed her pants like a two year old!

“What’s happening
to me?” she said quietly in a quivering voice, fighting back sobs. The time for
crying would come later—the important thing now was to get to the bathroom and
get cleaned up before David—

The door swung
open and David entered. “Is everything ok in here, honey? I thought I heard…”

He sniffed the
air suspiciously, then looked at her in shock. Jenny couldn’t hold back the
tears any longer. “Jenny?” he said, still not quite believing that his
beautiful young bride could have shit her pants.

“Oh honey,” she
said, tears springing to her eyes, “I had an accident!”

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